Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.